Apologize, it's okay.

If you don’t apologize, it’s disobedience.

There is not much time.

So Xia Ji raised three fingers.

Meng Po was in tune with each other and shouted, "I'll give you three seconds! Three!"

Li Dian:...

Xia Ji bent one finger.

Meng Po shouted excitedly: "Two!"

She felt she was being cared for.

Li Dian sneered, and there was a little air conditioning between his eyebrows and eyes, "I'm crazy, do you think I'm the same as Yang Yan?? You defeated your senior brother because he is a weak man and can't represent anything."

Then, without waiting for Meng Po to speak, the disciple of Beichen Dao Sect directly spoke and counted: "One, zero."

He snorted and smiled, shook his head, and stood on the platform and looked at the boy below the stage, as if saying "How can you do to me?"

Meng Po looked at him coldly and suddenly asked, "Do you think you are different in front of the sir?"

After she said this...

Xia Ji let out a sigh of relief, stretched his five fingers, and gently held the hilt of the sword.

The distance between him and Li Dian was about three hundred meters.

Three hundred meters...

He stepped out in one step.

Such a flying immortal.

A figure full of fairy spirit completed the three hundred meters in an instant.

It's so fast that even the eyes can't keep up.

It's like a dream.

Li Dian widened his eyes.

He woke up from his dream.

Because, the young man's sword was resting on his neck.

Li Dian:...

He just felt that he lost like a dream, and then took a step back and drew his sword at the same time.

However, when he took a step back, Xia Ji took a step further. His sword was always only half a finger away from Li Dian's neck.

Li Dian's sword was not able to be pulled out.

The woman was right. In front of this young man, he and Yang Yan were really no different.

Under that sword, he was an ordinary person. After a long time, he realized his reaction and asked with a trembling voice: "This... what kind of sword technique is this?"

However...

The blue-shirted swordsman had already returned to the audience and took the girl's hand.

In the spring rain that was floating at some point, Meng Po opened the oil-paper umbrella that every household would have. The surface of the umbrella shook the rain, like the newly-populated ink.

The two of them were also as if they were in the painting, gradually moving away.

The fairy fairy gathering in the spring rain is still very lively. Meng Po pulled the corner of the boy's clothes beside him and whispered: "Don't you be angry with me, are you?"

Xia Ji shook his head.

As the two walked, they stopped, and there were two strange figures not far away:

Both of them had beards and braids on their beards.

He was extremely thin and tall, and he was holding a black dog-headed stick in his hand. His pupils were fluttering, but he was shocked and sharp.

One is short and sturdy, with a delicate metal box with a cold and cold light on his back, and there are many scars on his face, which is very eye-catching and terrifying.

The two of them stood in front of the statue of Xiaoyao Immortal. They were clearly in the rain, but neither of them held an umbrella, but the rain could not wet their clothes.

This is a symbol of the freedom of true qi to be sent and received, and the body is broken and there is almost no consumption. Therefore, the rain is blocked outside.

The thinner man said, "The past is like smoke, and I can't see the clear sky and the Xiaoyao Immortal? Is this the number one person in the Great Zhou Dynasty? Hum..."

"The great Zhou people are outstanding and powerful. It is not surprising that such a person has emerged. It is said that he is the reincarnation of a powerful Taoist sect."

"That's right, relying so much on your ability, this kind of wine bag is not worth worrying about."

"Okay, junior brother, you can see this statue too, let's go."

The thinner man said, "Okay, go do business, hum haha... It's a pity, if I had been here a few years ago, I'm afraid there would be no Xiaoyao Immortal in the world, haha..."

The two walked eastward.

Xia Ji glanced at them.

The purpose is two [Killing Wuzong]...

Wuzong means that both of them are extraordinary in their standards.

Killing means that these two people should be masters from the barbarian side and are protected by the luck on the continent today.

Xia Ji did not pay much attention to the strong men of the Barbarians before when he was in the human world, so he didn't know who this was for a while, but Meng Po directly sent a message to popularize: "The ancestor of Quanrong, Tiansu, has four disciples.

Man slaughtered, no shadow in the world, the third one, a dream of snow...

Together, it is the best in the world.

If I read it correctly, this tall and thin man is Wuying, and the other is Renshu.

In the past, they may not have such strength, but they grew rapidly in the killing disaster."

Xia Ji nodded.

The two of them went to the Xianrenjiji to find an inn and stayed temporarily. In fact, there was a gathering point of Kunlun Dao Sect in the town, which was a small Taoist temple with many wing rooms. When they went to the Sword Immortal disciples, they would definitely get a place to welcome three meals a day and meet new friends, but they didn't need to do that.

The sword immortal is sincere to the sword, but his disciples marry him. To some extent, it may be a rebellious person and he is destined not to receive any blessings.

But it doesn't matter. These are the pieces he can attack and defend, and each one is the cause and effect of his superiors and inferiors.

The Tianzi wing room of Xianrenji Inn had been occupied, but coincidentally, when the two of them arrived, one of them checked out directly in the Tianzi wing room, and then lowered his head and left in a hurry.

Meng Po smiled and nodded secretly, then stepped forward and continued seamlessly.

When the waiter in the inn had cleared the wing room, the two of them checked upstairs. When passing the stairs, the waiter was still murmuring, "This guest is really strange. After staying here for so long, the room was clean... strange, strange."

Xia Ji glanced at Meng Po, who pulled the corner of his clothes and sent a voice in a pitiful voice: "Husband, it is the dead soldier I called to occupy the place..."

There are many immortals gathering.

It is normal to live in a down-and-out street without a room or drink in a restaurant.

Xia Ji was not angry either. He had nothing to be angry about, so he smiled and grabbed Meng Po's hand.

In the wing room, the two washed up separately, and then through a screen, Meng Po took off her clothes, took off her human skin mask, soaked in a wooden barrel, enjoying the early spring petal bath, and light gasps and the sound of running water came from time to time.

Xia Ji was in front of the window on the third floor, watching the spring rain gradually approaching the night, red lanterns hung in rows, and in the misty red light, you could still see the sculptures of the Xiaoyao Immortal in the square.

Yufeng, Xiaoyao, carrying a black sword box, holding a roll of Xiaoyaoyou in his hand...

However, watching the past self be carved into sculptures for worship by warriors...

I have to say that this is a very wonderful feeling.

Who is so idle that he can make himself into a sculpture???

...

"Ah Yeh! Ah Yeh!"

Jin Lingzhi from Fengyun Tower sneezes twice in a row.

A boy wearing armor on the side asked hurriedly: "What's wrong, Sister Ganoderma?"

Jin Lingzhi rubbed her nose, "Jin Wuxin, as the saying goes, think about it, scolding her, and have a cold, it seems that someone is scolding me."

The boy called Jin Wuxin was speechless.

Since the former Fengyun Tower owner Jin Xiangke passed away and this Jin Lingzhi became the Fengyun Tower owner, she has become more and more unscrupulous and her statement has become more and more wild. In layman's terms, it's... God is over.

The boy was helpless, after all, he needed to follow her all the time, and when she died, he would become the next Fengyun Tower owner.

Jin Lingzhi suddenly approached and frowned and asked, "Jin Wuxin, who would scold me?"

The boy in the armor shook his head in a hurry: "I don't know."

"boring..."

Jin Lingzhi sat upright in front of the window and murmured, "This national war is very powerful. After you sing, I will appear. Why is this world so boring? The two gates of heaven and earth are still the forces discovered by my uncle when he was alive. I dare not move the list of the three mountains and four seas, so I can only write the list of the young dragons...

Uncle really puts everyone on the list..."
To be continued...